The one pleasure that never palls is the pleasure of not going to church.

Curious, how one remembered Christmas. Perhaps because other days might appeal to the head, but this one appealed to the heart.

That is the tragedy of growing old, Chris. You don't leave the world. It leaves you.

Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.

The world doesn't come to the clever folks, it comes to the stubborn, obstinate, one-idea-at-a-time people.

Of one thing the reader can be certain: the more easily anything reads, the harder it has been to write.

There is nothing for the modern man or woman to fear about most cases of cancer. Nothing except delay.